Where are the Poets, unto whom belong The Olympian heights; whose singing shafts were sent Straight to the mark, and not from bows half bent, But with the utmost tension of the thong? Where are the stately argosies of song, Whose rushing keels made music as they went Sailing in search of some new continent, With all sail set, and steady winds and strong? Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught In schools, some graduate of the field or street, Who shall become a master of the art, An admiral sailing the high seas of thought, Fearless and first and steering with his fleet For lands not yet laid down in any chart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE FORESTERS: NATIONAL SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE SONG THAT SHALL ATONE by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LAST RACE by ERNEST HAROLD BAYNES SONG; IN IMITATION OF SHAKESPEARE'S 'BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND' by JAMES BEATTIE |